Cigarettes and dead dogs

It is the Phantom shadow here then there all around, dragging the birds to the ground it is the curling, wispy afterlife of cigarettes stuck between red lips and wandering thoughts breathe breathe in out wide eyes blue sky. the memory streams into my head, coloring the walls and your skin breathe breathe in out it's getting harder I'm sinking deeper pressing down on me my lungs beg for air for release for life you know how please, teach me gently how to breathe for I have forgotten how. I explode in anger, flinging pieces of myself all over the walls and floor and in 5 years you will still find scraps of flesh burning in the vents I contract in misery pulling so far into myself no one will hear of me for years blue sky dead eyes my lungs have forgotten how what can I say you can't teach a dead dog new tricks.

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